It takes her a second to notice the guy coming down the street, which is weird, because he's a seriously creepy looking dude. A white guy, but really white, like a vampire or something, with greasy-looking brownhair hanging down into his face. He's wearing all black, down to his black combat boots, and black leather gloves even though it's still pretty hot out for September. It would be lame, like the goth kids at school who Alisha always feels kind of embarrassed for, but the way this guy is walking is crazy. Like something off of the Discovery channel.
Hubert: But do try not to become so flush with rage that you make a foolish error.
Monica: Perhaps if you grew flush with rage every now and again you wouldn't have the complexion of a coffin-dweller!
Monica: Perhaps if you grew flush with rage every now and again you wouldn't have the complexion of a coffin-dweller!
